With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 444 Gathering Water into a Gun! Stolen Goods in Hand! Mind Clear!

Wang Jian bent down and took out a cigar jar from the cabinet.

He reached out and touched the "treasure" hidden under the table, and a look of joy involuntarily appeared on his face.

With this thing, even if their actions are discovered by the Great Chu, they will be safe.

Someone will also arrange a route for him to go overseas.

"I was incredibly foolish to have spent the first half of my life working for the Great Chu, wasting nearly a hundred years of my life."

Make as much money as possible these next few years, then head over to the other side of the sea and live a carefree life!

He heard that people's lives there are priced, and not expensive.

When the time comes, I can "pay to level up".

It shouldn't be a problem to grind out a Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation.

A master of demonic cultivation is still a master, and they are long-lived individuals who can live for four or five hundred years, which is incomparable to a mere martial arts master.

The fourth mutation resulted in a particularly noticeable increase in human lifespan.

The master of the Three Limits has lived a mere two hundred years.

However, for a Grandmaster of the Fourth Limit, doubling is just the minimum.

If one is blessed with longevity-extending treasures, living past five hundred years is easily within reach.

This is what Wang Jian has always longed for, because the lifespan of a martial arts master is only 150 years.

The threat of dying of old age was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, making him restless and unable to eat or sleep.

Wang Jian was incredibly clever; he used the connections from Tianwaitian.

I've heard that their ally, the Demon Summoning Temple, has a method that can grant immortality.

The other party also has branches overseas.

At that time, I can cultivate for a while first, and then join them with the cultivation of a Grandmaster of the Demonic Path.

On one hand, they revered themselves as ancestors, and on the other hand, they enjoyed eternal peace and happiness!

"Hahaha!"

Thinking of this, Wang Jian's smile became particularly sinister.

Even the cigar in my mouth tasted sweeter than before.

Time passes slowly.

He was envisioning a wonderful life when suddenly, on a whim, he casually stubbed out his cigar.

The red light in his eyes gradually faded as he realized that someone was approaching from outside the door.

Wang Jian glanced at his watch; it was about time for his secretary to handle official business.

Every day around 2 p.m., the secretary would first come to help her "exercise and aid digestion".

She then dealt with company matters.

Wang Jian had long since lost interest in these things; all he wanted was immortality.

I heard a knock on the door and the secretary's coquettish voice.

He scanned the drawer with his senses to confirm that the contents were correct before getting up to open the door.

"Click."

As the door opened, Wang Jian's expression froze.

Aside from her hot secretary, she was surrounded by burly men with guns.

The fingers gripping the gun were covered in rough marks, clearly indicating that the officer was a regular shooter and a police officer who frequently pulled the trigger.

A thought flashed through his mind: he had been exposed!

When was it exposed?

Wang Jian was unaware of the details, but he knew he had to flee.

What he did deserves to be shot a hundred times over.

He turned around instantly, pushed off the ground, and leaped towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

It seemed as if black mist was supporting him from the soles of his feet, and his reaction speed was ridiculously fast.

Demonic arts are all adept at escaping, and the Blood Refining Technique is no exception.

The police officers reacted quickly; some rushed at him, while others drew their guns and fired.

After the gunshot, only a few broken shell casings fell to the ground.

With the introduction of the Blood Refining Technique, Wang Jian's true energy had already transformed into deep red demonic energy.

These incoming bullets, upon contact with the "protective true energy,"

Most of them were corroded, and their power was completely lost, almost like the effect of a demonic force field.

He felt a surge of joy; this demonic art was indeed powerful!
He smashed through the glass in one step and flew out of the window.

There was a secret passage that he had dug long ago, right in the artificial lake below the company building.

Falling directly to the bottom of the lake and then making a hasty escape was a backup plan he had prepared long ago.

As they got closer to the lake, Wang Jian's initial fear upon seeing the police station gradually subsided.

With the Blood Refining Technique in hand, he can make a comeback.

Reborn into a second life, I will become a demonic overlord!
The moment my toes touched the surface of the lake, the once calm and still lake surface suddenly trembled.

Waves rose, and a large amount of lake water converged into a giant water gun.

Emerging from the bottom of the lake, it gathered and exploded beneath Wang Jian.

Bang!
The water flowed like a pillar, propelling him back into the air.

"what happened!"

Wang Jian was anxious and somewhat confused.

Just as he was completely baffled, a large hand grabbed his collar.

Meng Chuan climbed onto the building with one hand, grabbed Wang Jian's arm, and swung it around.

Wang Jian was slammed into the building wall, causing bricks and stones to crumble and fall.

The "water jet impact" in the lake just now was naturally his doing.

Previously, in the crater, he was able to find places where fire-attribute spiritual energy gathered, detonate them remotely, and create the ultimate move [Wildfire].

He had been peering over the wall when he saw Wang Jian jump out of the window and run straight toward the lake.

It was also a sudden inspiration that led to the regulation of kidney water energy.

The explosion of the lake water triggered a powerful current, which then pushed the creature ashore.
Water alone requires a large accumulation and the pushing force of waves to unleash its power.

The lake water was limited, and I had only recently mastered this technique and was still not proficient, so I couldn't create enough "waves".

Therefore, this water gun can only send Wang Jian flying, not send him "ascending to heaven".
Fortunately, if the water gun had killed this guy directly, the Jiuyan Police Station wouldn't have been able to explain it.
Wang Jian was still reeling from the shock of being swept up by the current, but Meng Chuan's slam brought him back to reality.

Wisps of dark brown blood mist gathered on his body, eventually coalescing into a sticky blood armor.

These were the blood and qi obtained from killing people when I was learning the basics of demonic arts some time ago.

It has always existed within the demonic spring in the sea of ​​consciousness, waiting to be used.

In an instant, his aura changed, suddenly exuding an evil aura.

His tiger-like body trembled, and a sharp, blood-red light erupted instantly as he tried to break free from Meng Chuan's large hand!
then.

Meng Chuan felt a sensation in his hand, as if the old man was struggling a bit harder, so he tightened his grip even more.
Wang Jian's previously poised and ready stance immediately deflated.
Then, flames shot up from his palm, engulfing the flames and shoving Wang Jian's head deep into the wall once again.

Boom!

A large, cracked pit, five meters in diameter, is deeply embedded in the building.

This time, he unleashed the power of fire-attribute martial arts to prevent Wang Jian from struggling any further.

Sensing that there was no movement, he stretched out his arm and pulled Wang Jian out of the pit.

Upon seeing blood flowing from his seven orifices, he fainted.

Sensing that he was still breathing, Meng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

With his left hand supporting him against the wall, he launched himself high into the air, carrying Wang Jian back to the office.

The whole process happened in just a few seconds; that's the efficiency of the capture!

He was handed over to the police station, and he was spared alive. The mission was successfully completed.

At the same time, the police officers looked at Meng Chuan with utter astonishment.

They saw it from outside the window; Wang Jian was about to fall into the water.

Then it was splashed up by the water flow again, which must have been done by "Special Envoy Meng".

How did they do that? Was it martial arts or some kind of Taoist magic?
I thought things were going to get complicated, but to my surprise, Meng Chuan caught the guy back in just a few seconds. He's really amazing.

No wonder he was able to become a "national special envoy" at such a young age and was also the commander of this mission.

Their strength no longer allows them to keep a low profile.
A group of people took Wang Jian back to the police station first.

Another group left the general manager's office and began searching the entire building.

Now that he was alone in the office, Meng Chuan sensed his surroundings and raised an eyebrow slightly.

He found the "stolen goods" in the drawer.

The lesson of Chen Xuan from the East China United University in Fucheng is still fresh in our minds.

Meng Chuan was worried that Wang Jian might also be hiding some kind of statue in his cabinet.

As soon as he took it out, another conceptual demon jumped out and unleashed its ultimate attack right up against him.
He simply unleashed a powerful punch, shattering the massive solid wood desk into pieces.

A small square box fell out of the broken drawer.

The aura-gazing technique detected the scent of jewels within.

It seems I was overthinking it; the intelligence from the national mission system was indeed correct—the statue was in his home.

Meng Chuan opened the box and examined it carefully.

A large piece of turquoise, as green as a blue lake, came into view.

As he took it out of the box, his senses inexplicably stirred.

With a slight concentration, his senses penetrated deeply.

Transforming into a fish, swimming among the rocks, Meng Chuan's expression gradually brightened with joy.

This must be it, no doubt about it.

At the very center of this enormous, exquisite turquoise.

There was an area about the size of a bottle cap that was a deeper, more vibrant green than the rest of the area.

Upon closer inspection, Meng Chuan discovered some differences.

With a single slap, the outer layer of turquoise shattered and exploded instantly.

That unusual object came into view.

Its entire body is as green as a new leaf in early spring, yet as it moves, it floats with a pearly, shimmering halo.

He picked up the treasure and examined it in the sunlight.

"It's too clear."

Like a fairy from the moon palace shedding tears that fall to the mortal world, nothing in the world is more clear and pure than it.

No wonder this thing is named "Immortal Tears Gold"; it is indeed fitting.

After admiring it for a couple more times, Meng Chuan put it in his pocket.

Resist the urge to take it directly and "act first, ask questions later".
The way of the gentleman lies in making choices, although he himself does not consider himself a gentleman.

However, this item is not considered a spoil of war from the mission, but rather a national property.

The act of refining in an instant constitutes a second encroachment.
"Given my current status and position, I have no need to act in this way; otherwise, it would only give people something to talk about."

Meng Chuan knew very well what was going on.

Before leaving, I glanced into the office cubicle, at the enormous cigar room that was nearly fifty square meters in size.

The cigars inside are different from the Golden Tears of Immortals; they are his own spoils of war.

He didn't smoke. After thinking for a moment, he called Shen Shuo:

[Old Shen, Wang Jian has a whole room full of cigars, do you want some?]

Meng Chuan had seen Shen Shuo smoking a cigar, so he asked him about it.

Shen Shuo's eyes lit up, and he said:

[The mission is over? Keep it, I'll send someone to pick it up, thanks!]

Shen Shuo visited Wang Jian's cigar room, which had quite a few interesting things inside.

Even as a grandmaster, he coveted many of the rare, out-of-print items.

It has to be Xiao Meng; he's the one who thinks of this kind of good thing.

It's nothing.

Meng Chuan smiled slightly and hung up the phone.

Old Shen helped me a lot, and this is how much I've repaid him.

These cigars are nothing more than mundane things.

Two days passed by in a flash.

After finishing his mental cultivation practice at the hotel, Meng Chuan prepared to head to the Jiuyan Police Station.

(End of this chapter)